Passion

歌詞

Passion Passion Passion Passion Passion Ya'll need a new team like a girl with a BBL need new jeans It's in my DNA to let 'em play in the enclave Percolate while songs play Andre The Giant 3000 ways make 'em obey I'm seasoned with it Floor seats, who need ticket? Time's up, get ya signs and pickets Wanna see me in the desert but ya man's liquid Sun shining, old diamonds, new blue face Staring at my pocket lining 'cause I put the time in Freak of nature with the bars, broken English got me foreign cars Rolls Royce for some R&R (Passion) Diss tracks can't distract a mack Too hot to troll, I'm so cold Whether Fahrenheit or Celsius these niggas know Below zero Farmers Boulevard superhero Word to Swizz Beatz, we rep like X-Men, Temptation, Darkman, or Malcolm Different moods, gifted dudes You picked up on the jewels if you're shrewd on the first stream, had 'em glued Dominate the new era in my Yankee-fitted Being prodigious with the lyrics brings digits Told ya I was post-modern Contemporary Queens niggas, vibes is Harlem On the job all day, check the resumé going in For references, check Smithsonian while style smooth linoleum Honey goin' crazy and my key Open legs like custodians Passion Passion We can make money or make excuses Better be easy, I'm ruthless Hella paper tigers, all toothless Tony Montana blueprint is useless Some people ignore facts I love Scarface but that nigga with the chainsaw fell on the mat We just act like we don't see that Asking where the weed at Eliminate the mids when the speakers giving feedback That's based on my rep, you in trouble if you step, believe that Flash gold rollies on niggas that don't know me They know what time it is Better watch ya 6, grandpops was a mason My homie moved the bricks Solid as a tutor, teach 'em to hit licks I'm a dog with this shit There's food in my pen, you would think I breed pitts Triple entendre, stealing on this shit My jewelry black and yellow like Wiz If this ain't inspiration, what is? On some Creflo Dollar slick pop my collar shit What we came for, we gotta get No boatload of coke but a lotta hits Passion All these niggas blue in the face when I come in the place Money tracking, you could run a relay race in my safe Bimmy smiled freckle-faced when he showed me an eighth Went legit, niggas still driving slow in the Wraith We was bringing cash in before the new Kew Motor Inn sign was flashing Babygirl is laughing 'cause my slang is old-fashioned That's always been your problem, Dennis No passion